Sweat went into Mabadi's mouth while he ran the track trying to grasp as many meters as he could for every second that he lost. Forcing himself to push harder and faster for every new drop of sweat that fell down unto the running field. It had been 6 months of hard training since he came to the states, having been spotted by an American sports agent, after...
Please sit, Dear Reader, and let me tell you my story. It may seem ordinary and humble to me, but in your country and perhaps in your era (should my words survive), the lives of women may be different. In this record, I wish to serve as an example of how things should --and shouldn't-- be. I am not an artful writer, so grant me indulgence and I will tell m...
I'm really excited about this new series, developing my favourite characters and their stories. If you've not read the Lore, you might want to read that first to understand the characters and the storyline better. *** As the most senior Ordinal and highest ranking Snow-Water Angel left in the world, Chióni knew that it was up to her to ensure that the fr...
He's gorgeous, Kara Stevens thought, her eyes focusing in on a man in a dark gray Armani suit, crisp white shirt, and red power tie. His slightly curly auburn hair was stylishly rumpled as though he had just run his hands through it and his arresting green eyes were stressed. The perfectly tailored suit accentuated his rippling muscles as he purposefully str...
For those of you who asked, I do spell check on all my work. But as you know spell check will only catch some errors. I write for your enjoyment and my pleasure. This story is meant to belittle and show how dumb some racial stories are with cock size and the many orgasms that occur in the women. It is written to warn white women about the evil that awaits...
Okay like right off I want to make it clear it's Holly now and forever. Holt's fucking dead and I'm killing anything that's left. And that's a damned good thing. See Holt was an asshole, I...he...that person I was...I was raised by an asshole. My dad and he wasn't a nice guy. He was a jock, he was a mean jock raised by worse my grand dad. Holt was part...
"Hurry up," her mother snapped. Sayuri Watanabe may have been taller than her mother, but she'd never been able to keep up with her when she was in a hurry. Sayuri had never been to this part of Matsuba – she'd never had a reason. Not that it really mattered. It looked like any suburb in practically every other city in Kanto, the vast sprawl of cities that...
MISTRESS KATHY'S ACADEMY OF DOMINATION AND SUBMISSION Chapter 1 Adam and Monica had been together for almost four months when they first heard about the "Academy." It was an odd name for a resort, but it had been highly recommended on the blogs they had frequented, and the resort's website was intriguing. It had seemed like the perfect place to solidify th...
For as long as Peter could remember, he'd liked wearing women's underwear. Now in his mid 20s, he wore his own panties every day. He got them in UK size 8 or 10, and always made in Lycra so that they gripped his groin, bottom and testicles nice and hard. Usually black but sometimes white. Over the past year he'd been exploring other items of feminine underwe...
Thunder crackled like tinfoil through the outdated speakers on Nia's TV set. Thick torrents of rain plunged from the discolored clouds above the sodden meadow where Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Scarlett Johansson locked both lips and hips in fervent, mud-drenched passion. Nia refilled Rhys's wineglass first, then her own and eyed the screen skeptically. "I can'...